Page 91 of The Lost Kings
Shit.
I was going to have to bring up last night to the twins and hopefully they wouldn’t notice how insanely desperate they’d made me with just a simple kiss.
Tucked in my window seat,I bit my thumbnail while watching my cell phone screen.
I had a text to send, but I wasn’t sure how to word it and if I were the one to reach out, then it would send a very obvious indication that I had been thinking about them and their egos didn’t need the boost.
And yet…
My phone vibrated, which nearly made me drop it.
Kingston: Are you going to the farmhouse today?
I tried to play it cool by waiting, but he’d already seen that I read it because our text thread was open.
Me: Not sure
Kingston: You still thinking about that kiss?
Heat swarmed my face and neck, burning my lungs with irritation. Why did they have to kiss me? Why did I still have to hold feelings for them?
I began typing and then erasing the words, only to have Kingston send another response.
Kingston: Don’t ghost us now…what did you think of that kiss?
Me: It confused me.
I watched his dots dance on the screen and flicked my gaze up to the window, watching as the clouds slowly moved across the sky like ships in the sea.
Kingston: How did it confuse you? I told you I’m in love with you, and then I kissed you. No confusion, Pres. You’re going to be mine eventually.
My thumbs swiped briskly across the screen as my hearthammered out a drum-like warning that this was all too close to the fire and I’d likely get burned.
Me: And what does Gio think of that? He touched me last night, same time as you…he’s never done that before. I’m confused with what that could mean, or what it is he wants. I know what he said when I was sixteen, but that could have changed…once upon a time, he wanted me for himself.
Why was I even entertaining this?
Kingston: For someone over us, you sure are a curious thing but I’ll ask him.
Gio added to chat.
I rolled my eyes and toyed with the curtains over my windows, waiting for his response.
Gio: You want to know how I feel about it, Elvis? Here…
Gio: >>vid link<< *winky face*
Furrowing my brows, I clicked the link he sent and immediately dropped the phone, but the moans in the video began echoing through my room.
Ohmygod.
My fingers brushed across the floor for the phone and quickly began pushing the button down to decrease the volume. Once the video was at least silent, I risked glancing at it again, feeling fresh heat hit my face and a new ache bloomlow in my belly.
Playing out on the screen was a bedroom, set in a skyscraper with floor-to-ceiling windows, and there on the bed was a woman lying on her back. She had on some sort of black lingerie and heels. There was a man wearing a suit, on his knees, with his face buried between the woman’s legs. Her face was at the edge of the bed, upturned, while a man dripping with tattoos, and an unbuttoned pair of jeans, stood over her with his cock out, sliding in and out of her mouth.
Curious and insanely turned on, I clicked the volume button just once to hear what sort of sounds the three of them made together. Moans echoed the smallest bit as the woman in the video rocked herhips into the man’s face, and the man at the edge of the bed fucked her mouth.
Heat slid down my belly and gathered between my legs as I watched the scene unfold. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was shocked and outraged that Gio had sent me this, but there was also this irritating flicker of hope in my heart that he’d done this on purpose.
